May 2024
Bio Note: I am a retired geo-scientist and now engage in full-time writing bilingual (English and Bengali) poetry and do book reviews and translation. Yet my first loves are traveling and photography. Being a Tiger fan, I love Jungle Safari too much. I have several collections of poems to my credit. My recent collection of poems is Anemone Morning and Other Poems.
This Summer
There is silence,
then the petals open like soft sighs.
Palash and Simul
opening every summer morning.
How I wish I had a voice like bulbuls
whistling all morning.
Sweet, clear and the murmurs
that crackle on the tree tops.
The pigeon wings bloom in deep summer
their blue, ecstatic faces shine.
The sparrows on the long grass
collect a few footsteps.
Shapes of sun the world knows,
too bright to read in their eyes.
©2024 Gopal Lahiri
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